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Tranquility On The Rocks
We’ll take our chances and adventure anyway
We took a small boat to an island surrounded by turbulent seas.
The sun dipped low, fading on a grey day by Ireland’s rugged coast.
“There’s a good chance you won’t get back on Sunday,” the captain warned us.
“Well, there’s no turning back now,” I said with raised eyebrows and a half smile.
Eventually docked, we departed and hurried through the darkness and the rain.
Murmurs of regret from the children.
The faint glow of scattered houses gently lit the coastal path.
We looked in each window as we passed.
Snug living rooms, families protected from the harsh elements.
The wind whipped at our faces as we marched on, soaked and soppy.
Finally.
We entered the cottage, lit the fire, bursting into laughter incredulously.
This was living.
The storm would relent, and we didn’t care.
We wouldn’t get back on Sunday.
And I’m glad we took the chance.
